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Translation : This is the story of a party that is like a show Which begins with the Big Bang until the sunset of a miracle From the dawn of a planet which we were born guests of Only to end up forgetting what our duties are Because we were here only to admire and join the wonder   We are no longer worthy to even set foot Beyond the threshold through which the home called nature is accessed We are the annoying guests who arrive already drunk at the party As if the gifts of the earth were not capable by themselves of making us lose our minds Because we were here only to admire and to join the wonder   Instead we not only entered without even a greeting But we have begun to hand down every welcome gift without restraint Because we have not understood anything about where we are We have not read what was written on the invitation about who we are Because we were here only to admire and to join the wonder   And then after seeing from the inside how vast and varied the world might be We b

Republic Day / Public thing day Birthday of a State / in which those who defended and protected us must be thanked But then you need a parade / where you can see the heroes of the day Which for them means the whole year / even if many don't know it They are invisible soldiers who fight / and in trenches called lanes they throw themselves Many of them from the front do not return / but they do not receive the medals and honors they deserve When a real enemy has finally arrived / they were the first to defend that state Because we are the latter / they are the state / we are all that / we should remember About these bitter years / in which to understand who is seriously willing / to fight for us and our loved ones They don't have ranks or badges / but a white uniform with a pair of gloves and the usual masks There are no captains or generals / they have no rifles or nuclear bombs They are called nurses and doctors / physicians and caregivers People who work day and night / to d

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April 25 April 25 for the Liberation of people that still does not feel like a nation...   Subscribe to Newsletter My last book: A morte i razzisti ( Death to racists )

Stories and News No. 1236 In our life we are often at war with something or someone. Such a conflict can go on for a long time, in a painful and even bloody way. However, this is often due not to the adversary's tenacity, but to the loss of sight of the fundamental element in any battle: the enemy. Who is the real enemy? Who is our enemy? Who is everyone's enemy? Forgetting this, any war is a gigantic waste of life and time. While the real enemy, our enemy, everyone's enemy, becomes even more difficult to defeat. So it happens that those who take to the streets to save their work find themselves at war against those who defend the lockdown, who ask for distance and closing. While the real enemy, our enemy, everyone's enemy was and still is a virus. It also happens that those who try to cross your borders to start a new life clash with those who are lining up to defend their homeland, more or less in danger. While the only enemy, the real one, the enemy of each peopl